Reversal of Fortune

20 Apr 2008 | Filed Under: Domesticities

Totally hot.

Yesterday evening, just after the time at which my friendly neighbourhood GP closes up for the weekend, I started getting an occasional pain in my kidney, a pain which became progressively more sharp as time went on. You don’t have to be Marie Curie to know that this is either a kidney infection or a kidney stone, and you don’t have to be Albert Einstein to begin fervently praying for Door A: Infection.

Since “screaming in agony at 3 am” seemed like a sucktastic differential diagnosis method, I took myself off to SouthDoc. Last time I did this, they left me on the floor of their waiting room while my appendix ruptured and I departed in an ambulance; this time, I came home an hour and a half later with a barrel full of antibiotics and painkillers. Comparatively speaking, I think we can chalk that one up as a win.

24 hours later, I am delighted that this appears to definitively be an infection, because while I feel like complete shit, I am not screaming in agony whilst trying to piss an object just slightly wider than your average ureter. And for that I am very, very grateful.

I am also very, very weirded out. Most of my marriage is a battleground for possession of the thermostat; I run around barely clad in monkey pants and a vest, screaming like a menopausal hotflash harridan for my husband to turn the bloody heat down while he sits there fully dressed complaining that he’s cold.

At the moment, however, I am huddled in a miserable heap on the sofa, wearing a long sleeved shirt, a sweatshirt, a bathrobe and a sleeping bag, and I cannot get warm. Meanwhile my poor husband is sitting next to me in a t-shirt, basking in sub-Saharan heat and sweltering to death.

But he looks damn cute in the monkey pants.

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9 comments added. Add comment?

  1. Joe says:

    If there were photos of J in Monkey Pants I would pay good money!
    Not in a pervy way you understand - just for general derision and black-mailing!!
    Joe x

  2. Jo Murphy says:

    Aw, not good. It sounds like your immune system is calling out! I hope it all gets better, and you can get back into the monkey pants asap.

  3. Ciaran says:

    Hey, hope you get better soon. Man I hate that Southdoc! They sent me home with appendicitis telling me I had a spastic colon and to avoid brown bread.

  4. Coastal Aussie says:

    That sounds rough, hope you’re better soon. Take care.

  5. Deb says:

    Hope you’re on the mend. Monkey pants… are they like MC Hammer pants? Trying to get the full picture! :)

  6. CronoCloud Creeggan says:

    Rest, eat, sleep, buy more monkeypants on the internet. Take care of yourself.

  7. Lisa Rivas says:

    Glad to see you are “OK” Sabrina.
    I love your story of “monkey pants”… you are funny.
    Hope you will be enjoying the weather soon!

  8. Michael Gauntlett says:

    Sabrina
    Sorry to read of your poor health.
    Happily the cricket season has started over here - though knowledge of ‘Umbrella Art’ continues to be required!
    Hope you recover soon.
    Regards
    Michael

  9. aoife mc says:

    ATTACK OF THE MEME!
    http://indiehour.wordpress.com/2008/04/28/damn-you-sinead-gleeson/
    Apologies in advance…hope your kidney stone is ok. Harridan is a great word :)
    Hope you’re well x

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